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To Find A Place

By Alexandra ZellerPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Open Seats
Photo by Kevin Schmid on Unsplash

Rows and rows, so many to raffle.

A letter, a number, and that's your battle

"Your place is determined, don't be bummed

Oh, and also, no refunds."

Someone lurks in an alley, bribes me to succumb.

If I take that offer... will I be shunned?

"Your future awaits!

Don't waste your time at the gates."

He tells me the price, and my blood runs cold.

"Just give me your soul, come fit the mold."

"Work, eat, breathe, repeat, until you to split."

And yet, even with that, I still can't afford it.

"Come one, come all, this is the best deal around."

There is nothing but his voice drowning out all sound.

Others flock, talk and auction this better life quickly.

I am so overwhelmed- I feel sickly.

This was the moment I had to forget all my woes.

But I'm once again gated from a life of repose.

I take my seat in the corner, all the way in the back.

Reminded of all the resources I lack.

My place in this world was never up front.

I deserved this, I'm nothing, and that's being blunt.

performance poetry

About the Creator

Alexandra Zeller

A young adult still trying to find her place in this world.

You can follow me on all my socials!

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